?Reading on mobile phone Lin Caiwei truly is a good student—always honest with teachers. She gently opened her mouth, speaking in a calm, moderate tone: "Actually, yesterday, it was mainly my fault. My grandfather came to Pingluan City. Qin Feng drove me there to meet him. We had dinner together, and then..." "Congratulations—you've met the family!" Someone shouted loudly, and the classroom immediately erupted into excitement. The girls stared at Lin with admiration, many of whom had been holding their breath, hoping to catch the attention of Qin Dazhao, a talented and well-off young man. The boys, on the other hand, were all glaring at Qin Feng, as if they wanted to devour him whole—anyone daring to pursue Lin was destined to fail. As for Qin Feng himself, he stood wide-eyed, mouth agape, staring at his beautiful classmate. Lin Caiwei, upon hearing the words "met the family," blushed deeply. Strictly speaking, they had indeed met the family, and their relationship had undergone a tangible transformation. What made her most delighted was that Lin Fenglei had absolutely no strategy at all when facing Qin Feng. Seeing the elderly man's increasingly embarrassed and defeated expressions, she couldn't help but feel thrilled. The beautiful teaching assistant also widened her eyes—how could this be possible? Just a few days ago, Lin Caiwei had personally vowed before her that she would never get involved in a romantic relationship during her university years. How could things have changed so quickly? Moreover, Qin Feng was simply a quiet, unassuming person. With Lin Caiwei's intelligence, it was impossible for her not to notice this. How could she have been so easily fooled? As for the upcoming family visit—how could she have been so deeply immersed in love that she'd lost her way? That was understandable. But what about her parents? Were they also under the spell of this young man? Or perhaps, since this young man was a wealthy heir with a substantial inheritance, the Lin family wouldn't be the kind of people who were only interested in the affluent. Otherwise, how could they have raised a daughter as accomplished as Lin Caiwei? A series of questions arose, and Chen Yue was eager to find answers. Lin Meibei continued in a soft voice: "So, Teacher Chen, it was all my fault yesterday..." "Alright, I understand," the beautiful counselor seemed unable to accept this outcome. In fact, if she hadn't interrupted Lin Caiwei, the ice-cold beauty would have added: "...it was me who brought Qin Feng along..." Lin Caiwei herself couldn't quite explain why she had been willing to step forward, to share the blame with him, or even to take the fault upon herself. She instinctively glanced at him, and when their eyes met, she slightly blushed and lowered her head. The male students pounded their chests and expressed their frustration—had it not been for the teacher's presence, someone would have issued a formal challenge to him. Of course, Qin Feng wouldn't let a woman act as his shield. He stepped forward and declared: "Teacher Chen, the responsibility for missing class is primarily mine. Please decide how to punish me—I have no complaints!" The beautiful counselor brightened—she had been waiting for exactly this statement. Since he was fully willing to accept the punishment, there was no need to be formal at all. She adopted a serious, fair demeanor and said, "Very well, then you'll be responsible for sweeping the road around our teaching building for a week—nothing more!" Ni ma, that road circles the entire teaching building, and the key issue is that the art building has an irregular shape. When you add the main road and the side lanes together, it stretches over several hundred meters. If you're sweeping it with a broom, you'll definitely need at least two hours just to go around once—plus time to collect trash. Oh no, you'd be out of there by morning. He looked utterly baffled, just about to object, when Chen Yue stepped in and said, "Then it's settled—starting tomorrow, outside sanitation will be your responsibility!" With that, the beautiful counselor turned and walked away, leaving him no chance to speak. Qin, the young noble, was left speechless. Lin gently pulled at his sleeve and whispered, "I'll help you—working together will be much faster!" But still, that wouldn't work. He came to school to attend classes and escape them—not to learn how to sweep city streets. Upon second thought, he brightened and smiled, saying, "I've got this! As long as I use the napkin, I just need to walk around, collecting the dirty stuff along the way—no need to actually walk at all! I can even drive in circles!" The beautiful classmate shook her head, saying, "You'll just be seen as clean after walking once around. What will the classmates think? Won't they treat you like a fairy tale creature?" Ugh, is it really going to be that way—having to wave a broom back and forth like a broom hero? No way! I'm not becoming a broom hero! Besides, just call on the cleaning staff from Qin's Building. There are about a dozen hardworking women who'll definitely handle it within half an hour. I'll give them bonuses, and arrange daily pick-up and drop-off for Huihui. With these thoughts in mind, his brow relaxed and he resumed his usual sarcastic smile. The beautiful girl hurried away, finding that smile quite unsettling. In the hallway, Chen Yue was genuinely delighted as she descended the stairs. A young policewoman in uniform approached her and immediately smiled, asking, "Are you one of the teachers here? I'd like to confirm—was the XX Class, XX Batch, upstairs?" The beautiful counselor thought to herself: "XX Class, XX Batch—aren't those my students?" She couldn't help but take a close look at the policewoman. The woman wore a well-fitted uniform, with a prominent bust, a slender waist, a well-rounded backside, and two straight, elegant legs. Her polished black mid-heel shoes completed the picture. The policewoman was Shu Yajing. Though she was no longer part of the police system, she maintained strong ties with the internal affairs department, the police, the armed police, and the military. Sometimes, for convenience, she even held dual police credentials. Yet, the leadership of the police system never managed to fully control them. She wore a police cap in alternating black and white, her sleek hair neatly coiled inside it, with a soft makeup accentuating her sharp, elegant features—right out of a refined, affluent lifestyle. Chen Yue took her in from head to toe before replying, “It’s upstairs—take the corridor to the right after exiting the stairwell. The fourth classroom on the left is the one. By the way, who are you looking for?” The beautiful counselor had never heard of any of her students having a sister who was a police officer, so she asked an extra question. “I’m looking for Qin Feng,” said the young policewoman calmly. “Qin Feng?” Chen Yue furrowed her brows. “What’s going on? Hasn’t he been causing trouble?” “Yes,” the policewoman replied with a thoughtful tone, then stepped forward, continuing up the stairs—something of a miracle, considering she’d spent so long chatting with a complete stranger. Perhaps it was the natural affinity between beautiful women—had it been a man, she’d have barely given him a second glance. The beautiful counselor walked a few steps downward, standing on the curved platform and pausing to think. She murmured, "Isn't it about time they came to fetch that boy? After all, he's a commissioned officer, right? Surely he must have done something wrong—ah, what a splendid scene! I'd be sorry not to witness it..." She paused, then adopted a serious, upright expression, and continued, "As a counselor responsible for my students, I must take personal responsibility for them. I can't just stand by and watch."